1. I’m glad I went. I think.
2. I’m glad that the God of my salvation does not judge me as mere mortals see me. That my worth to Him is not appearance based, or on what kind of house I live in or my education or job or social standing.
Because all those things are not in quite as good shape as they were 40 years ago when I graduated from high school.
The group photo proves that.
One of my few regrets from the party is that I allowed Gayla to drag me over for the portrait.
Bit a of reality check for me.
3. A mild correction of an old problem.
Remember the kid who sat alone in the cafeteria? Much of the time, that was me.
What I’ve regretted about that, was not that the others didn’t include me in their group, but that I didn’t use the opportunity to keep someone else from being alone.
What was so great about me that I couldn’t have been the one to reach out?
So, on Saturday night when one of the guys who used to have the same problem came up and started chatting, I chatted back. He made the first attempt (which I thought very brave because we’d never known each other), and I responded. And, then, I tried to overcome my nervousness and started a few conversations, too.
4. There were a few people who’d been popular (and though not enemies, weren’t friends either) who are now friendly and welcoming and that always pleases, but shocks me.
5. And there were some who’d never spoken to me in school,and who wouldn’t even crack a smile for me on Saturday night.
Stupid, stupid, stupid that it still stings. Time to grow up, girl.
6. How valuable kindness is. Thank you, Gayla and Shirley and Carolyn and Kathy and Don and Jim and Joanna and Ray and Mike and Alan.
7. I’m glad I went.